Often I am alone
On the two-sided
Two-seater churchyard bench
But not today, no
For today it is a Sunday in June
When sons walk out with their mothers
And farm shops close, so no half-way
Provisions for this cyclist
I have flown across skies
Of this hue before
I have landed
In equally beautiful places
Where the tastes of youth
Attracted the flight
Where the lust of expectation
Garnered the urgency
